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As I stepped out of the Grand Celebrity Nightclub, the night breeze, carrying the dampness of Tsuen Wan, hit me in the face.

Chen Fan stood by the roadside and lit a cigarette—the first time he had smoked since his transmigration. The nicotine relaxed his tense nerves.

"Brother Fan, what's our next step?"

Chili was still caught up in the excitement, gesturing wildly as she spoke.

"You and Curry go and keep an eye on Big D's wife."

Chen Fan exhaled a puff of smoke. "Big D cares most about his wife. If he wants to cause trouble, he will definitely talk to her first."

"Keep an eye on your sister-in-law?" Chili's eyes lit up. "I can do that!"

Curry rolled his eyes beside him: "You're a liar! When have you ever passed a training session?"

"I did that on purpose!"

"Alright."

Chen Fan interrupted their bickering and looked at Ma Jun and Song Zijie.

"You two keep an eye on Big D, but don't follow him too closely. He just suffered a loss and is definitely holding a grudge. Don't let him find a chance to bite you back."

Ma Jun nodded, his eyes still brimming with the excitement he hadn't fully released earlier: "If he dares—"

"Show me your credentials if you're going to make a move."

Chen Fan interrupted him, "We're police officers, not gangsters. If we can scare them, we will; if not, we'll call for backup, understand?"

"clear."

Although Ma Jun was somewhat reluctant, he still agreed.

Song Zijie, who had been silent the whole time, suddenly spoke up: "Brother Fan, what if he really went crazy after what you did just now?"

"What else can we do but shoot him dead?"

Chen Fan flicked his cigarette butt into a roadside trash can. "It's perfectly reasonable for the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB) to contact triad members to understand the situation. He dared to resist and assault a police officer; he deserves to die!"

Song Zijie thought for a moment, then smiled and said, "That's true."

"Alright, everyone go ahead and get busy. Call me if you need anything."

Chen Fan asked Song Zijie to drive Curry and the others back to the police station dormitory, while he walked in the opposite direction.

As night deepened, neon lights flashed overhead, illuminating the entire street in a bizarre and dazzling way.

Curry turned to look at Chen Fan, who was gradually shrinking, and couldn't help but say, "How come Brother Fan is so brave?"

"Didn't you see the police report?"

Without turning his head, Song Zijie said, "When Brother Fan was in the army, he shot and killed three ruthless bandits, and it even made the newspapers."

"Wow, no wonder they look so impressive!"

Chili peppers are amazing.

"It's more interesting to follow a leader like that."

Ma Jun sat in the passenger seat, fidgeting with his fingers. "I didn't get enough of that just now. If anyone dares to lay a hand on Brother Fan again, I'll definitely kill that guy!"

"A violent maniac!"

Chili muttered to herself, secretly envying the other person's fighting prowess.

Curry, on the other hand, remained silent, constantly flipping through information about Big D.

the other side.

Tai Wing Wah Tea House, Wan Chai.

Chen Fan got out of the taxi. He had arranged to meet Wei Jixiang today to discuss the security company, and the meeting place was in this vicinity.

He arrived a little early, so he planned to go in and get something to eat first.

Pushing open the door, it was noisy inside. The tables were almost full, and the guests were mostly elderly people carrying birdcages, the youngest of whom were over forty.

Chen Fan found a seat by the window on the second floor and immediately a waiter came over to serve him.

"What kind of tea would you like, sir?"

"Tieguanyin tea, and another plate of shrimp dumplings and a plate of siu mai, please."

"Okay."

Chen Fan leaned back in his chair, his gaze casually sweeping over the customers in the teahouse.

At first, it wasn't a big deal, until I saw the group of people at the table against the wall.

These guys are dressed casually, but their posture is a bit off.

His shoulders were too tense, his eyes kept glancing towards the door, and his hands remained under the table.

Moreover, the tea on the table had gone cold, and the food hadn't been touched at all.

Just then, the system gave out a new task.

[Trigger Mission: Fierce Battle in the Teahouse]

[An arms deal is underway; the Major Crimes Unit has set up a perimeter, and a gunfight is imminent. Many civilians are within range of crossfire.]

Mission Objective: Prevent arms deals and capture or kill the perpetrators.

[Success Reward: 150 Sin Points, 1 Free Attribute Point.]

[Warning: The host is in a dangerous area. It is recommended to find cover immediately.]

Chen Fan did not move.

He vaguely felt that this scene was somewhat familiar, but he couldn't quite place it for the moment.

Until a waiter brought hot water to that table of people.

On the surface, he was just adding tea, but when he actually started, he used the teapot to smash a birdcage to the ground.

The birds inside were chirping and squawking, and the already loose base of the birdcage detached, spilling out three black handguns.

"Police officer, don't move!!"

The waiter splashed the hot water from the teapot onto the face of an arms dealer, and with his other hand, he drew a loaded pistol from his waist.

He spoke, but his hands didn't stop; he pulled the trigger.

So it was this guy!

Chen Fan recognized that familiar face at a glance.

Damn, Little Ma? No, he should be called Yuan Haoyun.

He stumbled upon the scene of an arms smuggling operation that the other party was lying in wait for.

boom!boom!

Seeing one of his men die, the crew-cut man sitting next to him was the first to come to his senses. He overturned the table and backed away, while pulling out a Black Star pistol from his pocket.

His accomplices reacted quickly, pulling two pistols from the base of the birdcage and throwing them to the buyer.

The other one-eyed man was even more outrageous; he actually pulled a submachine gun out of his clothes.

It's peak season now, and the teahouse is packed with customers. If this is swept away, I wonder how many people will be in trouble.

"Damn you!"

The one-eyed man cursed loudly while firing wildly into the kitchen, because several men dressed as waiters were actually police officers who were shooting in their direction.

The teahouse was in an uproar.

Diners screamed and surged toward the door, knocking tables and chairs over and scattering teapots and bowls everywhere.

An elderly woman was pushed to the ground and couldn't get up. She was trampled on several times by the crowd.

Chen Fan was no longer in his seat at this time.

The moment the gun fired, he ducked behind a nearby pillar, his .38 pistol already in his hand.

Outside, Yuan Haoyun was fighting with the arms dealer, and bullets were flying everywhere.

With his companion's cover, he killed another buyer, while the remaining one hid behind the counter and the other ran towards the stairwell.

Of the remaining sellers, the one with the flat head was hiding his entire body behind the table, exchanging fire with Yuan Haoyun.

Another huddled in the corner, frantically loading a gun.

The one-eyed man, holding a submachine gun, stood in the center of the teahouse and fired wildly, hitting countless innocent people.

Yuan Haoyun's two men were pinned down in the corridor by the firepower and couldn't get out at all.

Having assessed the situation, Chen Fan took a deep breath and peered out from the side of the pillar.

boom!

The buyer behind the counter had barely peeked out when a bullet struck him squarely between the eyebrows, sending him sprawling backward.

[Sin Value +20]

Yuan Haoyun, who was hiding behind a pillar, immediately brightened up when he saw this scene.

"Great marksmanship!"

Chen Fan ignored him and quickly retreated behind the pillar.

The one-eyed man's submachine gun swept across, bullets hitting the cover and sending wood chips flying.

Chen Fan waited silently, and the moment the gunfire stopped, he rushed out from behind the pillar.

He originally intended to kill the one-eyed man first, but at that moment the buyer at the stairwell had already run to the second-floor corner and was about to shoot Yuan Haoyun from behind.

Left with no other option, Chen Fan changed his target. The bullet passed through a gap in the stair railing and struck his temple.

[Sin Value +20]

The man swayed and tumbled down the stairs, his gun flying a great distance.

Yuan Haoyun glanced back, cold sweat beading on his forehead, and gave Chen Fan a thumbs-up.

There are three left now.

The crew-cut man noticed Chen Fan's threat and turned his gun to fire at him.

Chen Fan retreated back into the pillar, and the bullet hit the wall on the left, splashing up a cloud of lime.

Just as he was about to retaliate, he caught a glimpse out of the corner of his eye of his crew-cut henchman, who was huddled in the corner, finally loading his gun and raising it to fire at the crowd fleeing through the door.

Chen Fan didn't have time to aim properly and fired a shot based on instinct.

The bullet struck the man's shoulder, the gun flew out of his hand, and the man screamed as he fell to the ground.

[Sin Value +15]

Two left!

Chen Fan licked his slightly dry lips, his mind racing.

At this moment, One-Eyed Dragon had already changed the magazine, and the submachine gun roared once again.

This time he was smarter; instead of standing still, he moved in this direction while firing.

The pillar was riddled with bullet holes, and Chen Fan was pinned down and unable to lift his head.

"Damn it!"

Yuan Haoyun had been observing the situation. Upon seeing this, he was immediately filled with righteous indignation. He emerged from his bunker and pulled the trigger sharply at the one-eyed man.

However, his marksmanship was a bit poor; he missed several shots in a row.

Sensing danger, the one-eyed man immediately turned his gun around.

However, this was the opportunity that Chen Fan had been waiting for.

Suddenly, he rushed out from behind the pillar and fired two .38 caliber shots.

The first shot hit the one-eyed man's right wrist, and the submachine gun was knocked out of his hand.

The second shot hit him between the eyebrows.

The one-eyed man stared wide-eyed at his remaining eye and fell straight backward.

When the crew-cut man saw him fall, he knew that all was lost, so he turned around and ran to the kitchen.

However, he was too close to Yuan Haoyun and was shot several times in the back, dying instantly.

The teahouse finally quieted down.

All that remained were the groans of the wounded and the shards of porcelain and spent cartridges scattered on the ground.

[Mission Completed - Fierce Battle in the Teahouse]

[Kill/Subdue all bandits]

[Rating: A-]

[Reward Settlement: 150 Sin Points, 1 Free Attribute Point]

Current Sin Value: 205, Free Attribute Points: 1

Chen Fan put the .38 rifle back into its holster and then realized that his back was soaked with sweat.

Damn, this was so exciting!

"Hey bro, which department are you from?"

Yuan Haoyun looked him up and down, his eyes filled with curiosity and admiration.

"O-district, Chen Fan."

Chen Fan pulled out his police ID and waved it.

"O-di?"

Yuan Haoyun took the documents and looked at them, his tone revealing surprise.

"The Organized Crime and Triad members are such sharpshooters? I saw it clearly just now, three shots, three heads, a .38 caliber shot with sniper rifle accuracy, are you a human or a ghost?"

"Good luck."

Chen Fan smiled but didn't explain further.

"luck?"

Yuan Haoyun didn't believe it, but he didn't press for details. He simply patted Chen Fan on the shoulder.

"No matter what, you saved my life today. If you hadn't shot that guy at the bottom of the stairs, I probably would have been shot."

He pointed to the corpse at the corner on the second floor and shook his head in lingering fear.

"We're all colleagues, no need to be so polite."

Chen Fan paused after speaking, then added, "But you, this time you're probably in big trouble."

Upon hearing this, Yuan Haoyun's expression darkened.

It's more than just troublesome; whether he can continue working as a policeman is another matter entirely.

Those civilians who were shot around him will certainly not let him off the hook.

"It's alright, I'll take care of whatever happens, it won't affect my brothers."

"You're a good boss. By the way, I haven't asked you for advice yet?"

"Yuan Haoyun, Sergeant of the Major Crimes Unit."

With a smile, Yuan Haoyun said, "It's a waste of your skills to be in the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau. Have you ever thought about coming to the Major Crimes Unit?"

Major Crimes Unit?

Chen Fan neither agreed nor refused.

He had received a favor from Lu Qichang and had also caught the attention of Li Wenbin. As long as he could continue to make meritorious contributions, his future was undoubtedly bright.

However, the O-Team's style of doing things is more about gathering evidence, intimidation, and maintaining order, so much so that most of the tasks assigned by the system are of this type.

This is completely different from the violent crimes handled by the Major Crimes Unit.

On one hand, it's a fast track to promotion; on the other hand, it's a place where system tasks are refreshed.

"We'll see."

Chen Fan neither agreed nor refused: "Do you need me to go back with you later to give a statement?"

"No need. It'll probably cause a lot of trouble here later. There's no benefit for you staying."

Yuan Haoyun said softly, "Of course, if you want to be interviewed by reporters, that's fine too."

"Let's forget about it."

Chen Fan shook his head decisively.